[CADreamin]

That's such a shame...

Hard to necessarily blame it on the parents, though. I almost always thought the punishment dealt to me was going to be much worse than it actually was, and that's kind of what helped keep me on the straight and narrow (for the most part) while growing up.

First time I wrecked Dad's car, he was on vacation too. I didn't think he was going to kill me, but I didn't exactly think he was going to be happy, either. Turns out he came home because he was worried I'd been injured. Didn't really care too much about the car. It cost $1,000 to fix and I spent the next few months paying him back from whatever crappy part-time job I had at the time.

Of course, the fact that Dad drove an 84 Buick (and not a Grand National, either) at the time may have had something to do with his easygoing attitude.